Returning to Lin 47 Lane, he opened the shop door and entered the back house. Ning Que took out the ebony matte waistband from his arms and threw it on the bed casually, like a piece of waste wood.
Sangsang sat on the bedside, his little feet that were afraid of the cold tucked into the warm quilt, and was concentrating on mending his old coat. He glanced at the belt tag on the quilt, picked it up curiously, and looked at the transparent skylight tiles on the roof.
I squinted my eyes and looked carefully at the light that fell for a long time, and asked: "Master, what is this?"
"The brand of Ouchi Guard... the secret guard, the kind that cannot be seen in the light." Ning Que sat down at the table, picked up the kettle and drank a few big gulps. He couldn't help but feel a little depressed when he remembered that he didn't even drink a sip of tea when he entered the palace today.
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Knowing that Ning Que had gained an official status and hugged the thickest thigh in the world as she had been told last night, Sang Sang squinted her willow-leaf eyes and laughed happily, but her focus on things had always been more direct.
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"How much salary can I get every month?"
Ning Que was stunned for a moment, put down the teapot in his hand, recalled the previous conversation, and said hesitantly: "You must have forty or fifty taels of silver, right?"
Sangsang frowned, her dark little face full of dissatisfaction, and said, "I didn't expect it to be so much."
Ning Que shook his head and said with a smile: "Now that we have a net worth of two thousand taels, we should act and speak more grandly in the future."
After hearing this, the dissatisfaction on Sangsang's face disappeared immediately. She looked at him with a smile, waved her little hand, and said, "Master, after you left earlier, you quietly sent the money over there."
Ning Que was a little puzzled. He walked straight to the bed and leaned next to the little maid, and asked curiously: "Where did you put it?"
Sangsang looked outside mysteriously, put down the needlework in her hands, held the two corners of the quilt around her waist with her two small hands, opened a gap slightly nervously, and slightly raised her chin to signal him to look inside.
Ning Que raised his eyebrows slightly and looked into the quilt in disbelief. He saw a dense layer of silver next to Sangsang's two thin legs. Even though they were covered by the thick quilt, there was only a very dim light.
You can also see the dazzling silver halo.
He opened his mouth slightly, suppressed the excitement in his heart, and said calmly: "I have told you...ahem...be more generous, just two thousand taels of silver, let's see how excited and nervous you are...
I find it strange that what you are doing in bed in the broad daylight turns out to be worrying about these things, don’t you feel worried about the money?"
Sangsang looked up at him with her little face raised, and shook her head firmly and seriously, saying that silver was not offensive at all.
Ning Que coughed twice again, rubbed the little maid's head lovingly, and said: "Two thousand taels of silver can be covered with a quilt. In the future, your young master will earn eight thousand taels. By then,
What should you do?”
The spring in Chang'an is very beautiful. The spring rains fall from time to time, bringing out green leaves and tender flowers all over the streets and alleys. Whether you are standing in the threshold or standing in the pavilion, you can see them everywhere.
With the colors of life, Lane 47 in Dongcheng Lin seems to come alive with the increasingly intense spring scenery, becoming increasingly lively.
After the Chunfeng Pavilion incident, the Minister of Household Affairs was demoted, the Qing Yun Department was purged from top to bottom, and the land acquisition matter that had been turbulent for many months naturally came to an end. The Qing Yun Secretary's warehouse on the other side of the wall was as dead as a tomb.
Although the Yulong Gang was forced to step onto the bright stage, they did not forget to take advantage of the situation and cleanse the entire city of darkness. At this time, no one dared to do anything to the street facing Xiaoshu, or even take a look at it.
Don't dare.
It was originally an excellent location, a quiet place for business, but now that there is no pressure from the government and the intimidation of the underworld, those closed shop doors will naturally reopen, whether it is a new boss who takes over, or someone who sees an opportunity and spends a lot of money
The old bosses who had bought back the lease all rolled up their sleeves and were ready to take advantage of the warm spring weather to have a great time.
Business is a human business, and what matters is the gathering of wealth and the flow of people. In the past, there was only one shop open in Alley 47. It looked like it was half-dead and decayed. Naturally, no one wanted to come and visit, and business was extremely poor.
, now all the shops on the street are open, and it is very hot under the spring trees, so the flow of people will naturally gather here.
Compared with neighboring shops, the business of Lao Bizhai is still not very good, but it is much better than when it first opened. Sangsang is very busy every day, but the smile on his little face is still there.
There are more and more people, and they insist on not letting the young master hire more helpers.
As for Ning Que, he still has a bit of the rotten atmosphere of a young scholar in his heart. Looking at the bustle in front of him and thinking about the coldness of the past, he becomes more and more displeased with the customers who buy paintings and calligraphy. Now that he has more than two thousand taels of silver on hand, he doesn't think much of it.
Taking the income of Lao Bi Zhai seriously, he simply raised the price of the books by a large amount. In his mind, since I am not short of money now, you are so cheap and want to come to buy them,
Naturally, you have to spend more money, so that you can be worthy of yourself and let yourself vent the resentment of the day before.
However, the development of things always went beyond his imagination. The price of calligraphy and painting at Laobi Zhai was mentioned again and again, and finally it was mentioned to be five times what it was when it first opened. However, he did not expect that more and more customers came to buy books and paintings. Although Laobi
Zhai's reputation has not yet spread in Chang'an City, but in a small area in Dongcheng, it is already considered a brand.
“Is this how it’s supposed to be played?”
Ning Que was holding a small teapot, leaning against the door and looking at the customers in the shop. He took two sips of tea happily and listened to the quarrels in the newly opened shoddy antique shop next to him. He felt that life was so damn good.
The shop owners on the street didn't know that Lin 47 Lane could be reborn and they could make a lot of money. The relationship between Panboman and the little boss in Laobi Zhai, they didn't know that if Ning Que hadn't helped Chao Chao
Xiaoshu killed everyone on that spring rainy night, and this street will probably remain as dead as before. Now in their eyes, the young boss of Lao Bizhai is just a loser who can't make money and can only enslave his maids.
When business is good and money is earned, people naturally become happy, but it is also easy to have some new problems, which make people feel full and warm. Now that business has been good for only four or five days, the owner of the shoddy antique shop has taken a concubine.
The fierce quarrel today was exactly the war between the boss and his wife over this matter.
"With your appearance, you actually have the nerve to want to take a concubine?"
"Why can't I?"
"If I say you can't do it, then you can't do it. If you push me too hard, I'll sue the Chang'an Mansion!"
"The Queen and the Queen have nothing to do with this matter! Why should the Chang'an Mansion care? That boy Ning Que even has a maid. If you kick me out of bed every day, why don't you ask me to warm my feet?"
"You want me to warm your feet? I don't even have the Zhuque family! Unless that boy Ning Que becomes the emperor!"
"His surname is not Li! What kind of emperor does he want to be?"
"Yuelun Kingdom, Southern Jin, Dahe, as long as there is anything in the world, I can be the emperor of any country!"
Ning Que held the teapot and sipped happily, listening to the corner with relish, and secretly admired the Tang Empire for its strong folk customs and openness. Even a husband and wife would dare to mention the throne when they were arguing. Suddenly, his expression froze, and then he thought
When he realized that he was mentioned in this quarrel, he couldn't help but feel a little annoyed.
Just at this time, the customers in the shop dispersed, and Sangsang was clearing away the furnishings on the table. He walked in angrily and shouted: "I can't live in this life anymore. The two parents-in-law are quarreling and they use me as a quarrel.
You still dare to talk about the government affairs and think that I, the bodyguard, am dead? I will go to the palace tomorrow to join them and kill them all!"
This is not false. He has the badge of a secret guard, and he has the responsibility of listening to public opinion for the imperial court. If someone in the city is talking about the throne, of course he can report it to his superiors. However, although the law of the Tang Dynasty
He is strict, but he is extremely lenient in governing the people. The angry words of a couple when they quarrel, let alone the guards, even if they hand the case file to His Majesty the Emperor, they will only make those nobles laugh.
Because of his words, Sangsang thought of his worries in the past few days, and asked with a frown: "Master, in the stories you told me when I was a child, being a spy always leads to a miserable death. Now you are
Lord Dark Guard, will there be any trouble?"
Ning Que put down the teapot, shook his head and said, "Although it is a shady badge, I am a lowly person. Who would care about my identity? Besides, if there is really trouble in the future, won't I avoid it?"
After a pause, he looked at Sangsang and explained softly: "There is another reason why I accepted this identity. If I really want to investigate those things and kill those people in the future, it will always be more convenient to have the identity of an imperial guard."
Sang Sang was just a little maid who was lazy and thinking about things. After listening to his explanation, she felt it made sense and stopped thinking about it. She said: "The umbrella cover, knife sheath and jacket are ready. Master, when are you going to kill the second person?
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"How is the knife? Does it need to be sharpened?" Ning Que asked.
Sangsang replied seriously: "Even if you are killing pigs, there will definitely be problems with the knife that has been used to kill more than a dozen pigs. Of course it needs to be sharpened."
The conversation between this pair of master and servant has always been jumpy and erratic. It is not that they would definitely have some communication difficulties with each other, especially the extremely calm and ordinary expressions on their faces. If an outsider were to listen, they would never think that they were talking about the murder on that spring rainy night.
The bloody thing about knife damage and sharpening the knife before killing people.
At this moment, there was a burst of loud voices from the other end of Alley 47, and a crowd was rushing in that direction. Ning Que curiously walked to the door of the shop, looked over there, and the expression on his face changed slightly.
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Under the guard of a group of men in blue robes, blue trousers and blue boots, the middle-aged man, who was still wearing a smart blue shirt, was talking to the shop owners with a gentle smile on his face. From time to time he held his hands and talked and laughed, to the effect that
I said that I have passed by, please bosses, please feel free to operate, and if you have anything else to do, please leave it to your subordinates.
As the middle-aged man explained, the five or six men standing silently behind him raised their hands in greeting.
The middle-aged man in blue shirt would stop for a moment in front of each shop and say a few words, appearing very patient. The gang members around him also walked slowly with him, gradually heading towards the end of the street.
There is a shop selling calligraphy and ink at this end of the street called Laobi Zhai.